Mu Qing is Zhang Anping's first passenger today, but Zhang Anping is not Mu Qing's first driver today.
When Zhang Anping was entertaining guests at the South City Gate, Mu Qing was near the carriage house. He got into another coachman's carriage and said that Zhang Anping was a distant relative, so he asked where Zhang Anping was at that time. .
When Mu Qing put the name "Zhang Anping" together with the face of the coachman Lao Zhang, he knew that things were never that simple.
The moment Zhang Anping lost his mind just now, Mu Qing captured the opponent's Qi, but with a fourth- to fifth-grade cultivation level, killing such a person is worth doubling the reward?
"If I take action now, wouldn't everything be over? Did they expect that I wouldn't take action?"
Mu Qing had a lot of thoughts in her heart, but her eyes as she looked at Zhang Anping were calm.
When a hunter is looking for prey, he does not immediately take action when he sees one. He first has to think about whether he can kill the prey, and then he also has to consider that if he exerts a thousand pounds of strength, in the end the prey cannot make up for the thousand pounds of effort, which is not worth it. things.
Zhang Anping looked at Mu Qing and somehow remembered the portrait Hou Yiyong had shown him. His pupils shrank slightly, a chill rose up his spine, and he silently took two steps back.
Although Mu Qing's disguise at this time is different from the original one, for people like Zhang Anping who have the ability to remember people after seeing them, once they get closer to a certain guess, the true thoughts behind the appearance will often be revealed. A corner.
Mu Qing smiled and said, "You can go now, remember to do what I said."
He hesitated to speak, nodded, and after walking a few steps, he finally turned around and said, "Sir, what's the name of that junior?"
"Mu Qing." Mu Qing's face was expressionless.
"Did something happen to him?" Zhang Anping looked apologetic.
"He thought I was here for revenge? What did he do?" Mu Qing thought, squinting and asked, "Why do you think something happened to him?"
Knowing that he had made a mistake, Zhang Anping didn't have much fear in his eyes, "Our boss likes to find out who everyone usually invites. I once praised the junior sir in front of him."
Mu Qing nodded calmly, "What's your boss's name?"
"Hou Yiyong." Zhang Anping said smoothly.
"I understand, let's go."
Zhang Anping's expression obviously relaxed, and he drove his carriage out of Qingyun Street a moment later.
Mu Qing silently watched the carriage go away. The fog partially dispersed, and a very sensitive place appeared: Mudleg Alley.
"Mud Leg Alley has special meaning to me, but the opponent put this piece of Anping on the chessboard. What's the point of doing so?"
"The information provided by the bookstore said that he is a remnant of the former city lord's palace..."
"The remnant! Your surname is Zhang?" Mu Qing's eyes widened suddenly. He thought of Uncle Zhang Zhijing, the father of his sister Shaoyao.
Calculating in his mind that this distance was already the limit of a first-level master's spiritual consciousness, Mu Qingcai was quite satisfied and followed him leisurely.
After Mu Qing came out of an alley, he returned to his original appearance. With his spiritual awareness comparable to that of a first-class master, he remained leisurely hanging behind Zhang Anping.
Zhang Anping didn't do what Mu Qing said when he passed Nijiuzi Lane on his way back and didn't stop at all. Mu Qing, who was hanging behind the carriage, became more energetic and became more and more interested.
Time passes unhurriedly and without human influence.
Mu Qing was currently standing next to a stall selling sour plum juice on the street, holding a refreshing sour plum juice in his hands and looking at the sun approaching his head with some regret.
It's past time and it's approaching noon. After Zhang Anping, he invited four more guests, but the other party never had any extra thoughts or actions.
Mu Qing had no reason to remember that when he first received the stealth tracking training, the paralyzed fish-faced instructor had been emphasizing one thing: stealth tracking has always been a meticulous job like grinding tofu.
Determine the target, keep tracking, and collect intelligence. Each process requires sufficient patience, and care must be taken not to be discovered throughout the process.
Unfortunately, what Mu Qing lacks most in downloading is time. He had to go back to Tingmei Xiaozhu at noon, and the news from Wanhua Valley always ranked first in his heart.
Fortunately, Zhang Anping finally gave Mu Qing an unexpected surprise.
Drivers who work in the car dealership have an hour to eat and rest at noon. Zhang Anping took a long detour this time, and finally arrived at a restaurant on the edge of Mudleg Alley, exhausted.
"Old Zhang, did you bring in the fat sheep from out of town today?" Old Li, the owner and chef of the small restaurant, greeted Zhang Anping to sit down attentively.
His wife also brought a pot of mulberry and chrysanthemum tea that had only been brewed once and still had flavor. While pouring it, she said with a smile: "You're here to see the wine, right? That girl is the little bully in Mr. Zhang's place. "
The couple ran a small restaurant. They were poor neighbors who made little profit. They usually worked early in the morning and stayed late at night, so they sent their naughty children to Zhang Anping's cousin.
That is to say, they know each other. Otherwise, if strangers or outsiders came here, they would never talk about it.
Not to mention the location of the private school is hidden, but after knowing each other for many years, the neighbors in Mudleg Lane have figured out one thing: Mr. Zhang is a very nice person, but unfortunately, he must have committed something, and he never interacts with strangers. Coming and going.
Even in early summer, the sun is a little hotter at noon, not to mention that Suzaku City is located in the south of the sky, and it was the first city to become hot in the dynasty.
Zhang Anping rolled up his sleeves, "Gudong, Gudong" and drank the tea. After feeling refreshed and comfortable, he smiled and sighed: "Outlanders often come to do business, and they are the most shrewd. So what kind of fat sheep are they? But today I am indeed a Came to see the wine."
"By the way, there haven't been any suspicious people recently, right?" Zhang Anping pointed out, his voice lowered a lot.
Today at noon, there happened to be only one customer, Zhang Anping, in the store. Lao Li looked at the street and alley facing him and said, "Don't worry, I have the best view here. There haven't been many outsiders coming here recently. Even if there are, you still can't Are you worried about everyone?"
Zhang Anping smiled and nodded. Instead of comparing themselves to each other, the poor people clung tightly to each other. Zhang Anping threw a piece of silver to the other party.
Lao Li quickly took it with both hands, bit it with his teeth, and said with a happy smile: "You still said you didn't get the fat sheep today. Tell me what you want to eat, and I will get it for you right away."
"No, I'm going to stick with it as usual. Just add two eggs to my four ounces of chopped green onion noodles. The rest, um, the rest, you can make into coarse-grain steamed buns and give them to the unlucky kids in the alley who can't afford to eat. Bar."
"Hey, you old boy, aren't you dragging me into a loss-making business? You know that I don't want to see those evil things, so you have to post some of them yourself."
"That's your business, I don't care."
The conversation between the two clearly fell into the ears of Mu Qing, who was following them.
At this time, he was hiding behind a wall outside the alley, listening attentively to the other party's conversation, with the corners of his mouth curled up inexplicably. If he remembered correctly, Uncle Zhang also opened the small restaurant not far behind the wall. Yes, this can still be regarded as a kind of inheritance.
The days before the age of six seem to have passed a long time, distant and blurry, but as soon as the aroma of steamed buns is heard in the memory, only the precious beauty is left.
Mu Qing was immersed in memories for a moment, but found that Zhang Anping's voice and breath were missing from the next door.
In the deep palace compound, with high vermilion walls, perhaps the method of flying over the eaves and walking over the walls is the most appropriate. After all, flying around shows the demeanor of a master, and it often appears in the fantasies of those knights and knights, and is considered to be the mainstream fashion in the world. .
But the real world is close to the mud. If you want to break into such slums, the best way is to pretend to be their kind.
Moreover, Mudleg Alley is now full of dilapidated houses, with no second-floor buildings at all, so soon, a man in dirty clothes who looked like he was working hard appeared at the intersection of Mudleg Alley.
Mu Qing's beard and hair were a bit messy. He came closer and glanced at the restaurant outside the restaurant. The four words "Lao Li Restaurant" were written on the dusty and dirty cloth, and his penmanship was still very sharp.
Mu Qing guessed in his heart that this trick was probably written by Mr. Zhang, and he felt a little hot in his heart.
Restaurant Lao Li glanced at Mu Qing inconspicuously, sighed in his heart that he was a good man with a strong body, and then looked away. Mu Qing walked slowly and slowly towards the depths of Mudleg Alley. .
The deeper you walk into the alley, the more dilapidated the houses around you become. The air is filled with complex smells. Sometimes it’s the familiar aroma of food, and sometimes it’s the sour smell of sweat that wets your clothes for a long time.
Mu Qing felt a little regretful at this time. On the way back to Zhuque City, he should have made more preparations, such as refining some ten-mile incense from the Poison Chapter of the Ten Thousand Poisons Manual. This kind of tracking incense was originally used to track Cao Mo. , has proven to be miraculous.
Fortunately, his spiritual sense had just caught Zhang Anping's traces, and Mu Qing determined a direction and searched deep into the residential complex.
Zhang Anping is now moving quickly through the interior of the house, walking towards the depths of the house where the guards are hidden.
Some of the houses that passed by were too dilapidated and uninhabited, but some of the houses that could barely keep out the wind and rain were inhabited.
Most of these people were single men who did not have any serious work on weekdays. They were down and out and embarrassed. After hearing the noise, they lay on the bed and turned over. When they saw it was Zhang Anping, their listless, yellow face turned into a dull one again. With a dull expression, he nodded and said nothing.
However, when Zhang Anping found some acquaintances, he would go up to them and scold them, asking why they didn't go out to find odd jobs.
After walking inside the house for half a quarter of an hour, Zhang Anping estimated the distance, took out a brand new summer coat in his arms, and quickened his pace.
Suddenly, a figure stopped in front of him.
"Why are you here?" Hearing this familiar voice, the tension on Zhang Anping's face melted away like ice and snow, and he said quickly: "Cousin, something happened to me, please find a place to talk quickly."
Zhang Zhiyuan frowned slightly, turned around and walked quickly in a certain direction, "Follow me."
